A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
Under Melancholy, Women
Going back to the procession, the narrative of the passion is read by one of the pastoral leaders and responded by us. Though it is very tiring to walk along the long road but I guess it will serve as a sacrifice for Jesus also sacrificed his life for us, to save us from eternal damnation and to cleanse our sins. Well I believe that, that walked of ours is not an enough sacrifice compared to what Jesus did. As we went home, we all wear that sad on our face as we commemorate Jesus’ death and passion on the cross. Now it is time for us to reflect from our sins and offer specific prayers and devotions as acts of reparation for the sufferings and insults that Jesus suffered during His Passion. These Acts of Reparation to Jesus Christ do not involve a petition for a living or deceased beneficiary, but aim to repair the sins against Jesus. Got here some pics from the procession..
Under Daily Rambles, Death, Melancholy
Last Saturday, I was really taken aback when I learned that one of our beloved cats named Totat the black one died from a severe illness. Our neighboring kids found him in the vacant lot near our house while they were playing bahay-bahayan (playhouse). Pathetically, we didn’t see his dead body for my mom immediately let him buried by our helper. I almost burst out into tears when I learned about it for I have already attached myself to this cat and to all of my 10 cats as well, now there are only 8 left. When he was still alive, he keeps on purring and meowing (murmuring) something we don’t understand of course, as if he’s implying something. His meow is quite peculiar from those of my other cats because it is prolonged, it gives a thud though during at night. But anyway that’s all about it! He’s just hungry and he wants to find a female cat! However, those fabrics of happiness will come into halt for he’s now gone.
So with my other orange kitten named Mingcai who also died just this morning because of her nose becoming numb and her unexplainable condition. I have already noticed her feeble condition yesterday, of not eating any food and she’s almost bed ridden. So as a quick remedy, I feed her a milk with a pinch of antibiotic (Cefuroxime which I got when I was still working before in a Pharmaceutical industry) sort of an Anti-bacterial only for humans. Actually it’s safe I guess coz I’ve been feeding my other cats with this antibiotic together with milk if they are sick and luckily all of them get well. Unfortunately Mingcai didn’t make it and excruciatingly died because of her ailment. As much as I want to bring those living things in a veterinarian to save their lives, but still it’s too late and of no use, it’s too costly and I have no enough money to bring them in a Vet. Well I just hope and pray that God will bring their souls into heaven, only if they have souls. Farewell Totat nd Mincai. You both will always be treasured in our hearts.
Under Cat, Melancholy
This is my very first entry entitled
"Melancholy"
My twin sis is in the brink of melancholy because
of our pet's loss yesterday..
Under Melancholy, Weekend Snapshot





